Trimalchio broke in upon this entertaining gossip, for the course had been removed and the guests, happy with wine, had started a general conversation: lying back upon his couch, "You ought to make this wine go down pleasantly," he said, "the fish must have something to swim in.

But I say, you didn't think I'd be satisfied with any such dinner as you saw on the top of that tray?
'Is Ulysses no better known ?' Well, well, we shouldn't forget our culture, even at dinner.

May the bones of my patron rest in peace, he wanted me to become a man among men.

No one can show me anything new, and that little tray has proved it.

This heaven where the gods live, turns into as many different signs, and sometimes into the Ram: therefore, whoever is born under that sign will own many flocks and much wool, a hard head, a shameless brow, and a sharp horn.